Yiluo landed and formed a monument. Mo Qiong looked at Sandai and others and found that they were all awake.

Divine nature is re-categorized as the subconscious.

Mo Qiong breathed a sigh of relief and fell from the sky. At the same time, Mr. Gou's tombstone also circled around Mo Qiong, probably to let him quickly turn himself back.

It was over, and Yiluo's deadline had arrived, and even the shelter was dropped.

Mo Qiong walked forward and leaned over to pick up the yellow ore.

First, we must restore Mr. Gou, and then turn the Sandian and others back to the tombstone to keep them fresh. After all, these ancient assassins don’t have much time left.

"Wait a minute..." Sandian suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Mo Qiong stopped his hand reaching for the containment and looked back at Sandian.

The third generation was about to say something with a smile, but suddenly his face changed.

Mo Qiong was tickled with hair all over his body. Today, a series of people's swords were used to control each other, and his reflex nerves were greatly trained. You should know that if the formal members are not short of money, the blessing of Tafi Stone is normal.

Without using such a despicable means, Mo Qiong was purely immersed in the fight between short-term forces, and directly formed a conditioned reflex for the sharp blade.

It can be said that fighting with various assassins was a fierce trial for Mo Qiong.

At this moment, he felt a biting cold light on one side of his neck, so he quickly leaned back.

Someone assassinated him, who is it? Seven ancient assassins are in their own vision, so this attacker is on the side...

Ilo?

"puff!"

It was too late to block it, and Mo Qiong instinctively avoided it, but he didn't even dodge it all.

The sharp sleeve sword penetrated into Mo Qiong's neck, entered from the side, and cut through the trachea.

This attack was originally aimed at the artery, but Mo Qiong instinctively leaned over and finally avoided the key points.

"laugh!"

Mo Qiong felt the sword striding in his throat, and his heart became fierce and continued to retreat violently.

I saw the sneaker sword breaking through the skin and tearing it out of my neck.

Mo Qiong's throat suddenly burst into tears, and the air was spurted towards Yiluo without leaking at all.

Yiluo was sprayed with natural gas on his face, and his eyes were so cold that he couldn't help but close it, but he didn't cut back the stone. He carried the ultra-low-temperature frostbite and closed his eyes and rushed towards Mo Qiong.

He couldn't see Mo Qiong clearly, so he could only assassinate him based on his feelings.

Mo Qiong finally made room for free. While leaning back, he raised his feet and kicked Yiluo in the chest, kicked him away dozens of meters, and hit him hard on a Gobi rock.

"You... cough cough cough..." Mo Qiong was about to say that this guy was pretending to be dead, so he coughed wildly.

The trachea was cut and he could only breathe from the wound on his neck.

My lungs were undulating and I sucked air from my neck crazily, and all kinds of unfiltered miscellaneous things were sucked into the trachea, which was painful.

Mo Qiong hurriedly poured out half a pound of sea water on his body, covered his cheeks and stabilized them with a magnificent guise, and finally felt comfortable.

It doesn’t matter if the trachea is cut, just don’t breathe.

"Your name is Yiluo, right... yes, it looks like a little." The third generation nodded.

Yiluo naturally pretended to be dead. He deliberately showed madness and despair at the end, but in fact he did not give up.

In order to win the faith, Moqiong even threw away all the containment items, so that he could not bear the burden with stones when facing the frozen air just now.

He even made all ancient assassins sober, just to make Mo Qiong believe that he had been forced to turn into a stone.

All this is to get another chance to attack with your own body.

"Sa!" Yiluo rushed over again regardless of his injuries.

Mo Qiong's short sword flew out, and he didn't even hide, hitting his forehead.

Then the flying sword was penetrated deeply into my head, and he didn't stop and rushed straight to a meter away from Moqiong.

Sometimes even if a person loses his head, he can charge forward.

Mo Qiong sighed, and a gurgling bubble came out of the sea water.

He did not dodge because Ilo was dead.

It was even forced to condense into a stone statue halfway through the way, maintaining a charge posture and extending his right hand forward.

"After he failed in the air attack, he only had a few seconds left. He did not waste these last few seconds and took the initiative to throw away the earth light just to wait for you to give him another chance to assassinate him." Sandian said.

Mo Qiong shook his head, now he couldn't speak.

The third generation walked seriously to the solidified statue of Yiluo and drew a spiral pattern on it with their fingers.

Although he did not recognize his reason for fighting, he recognized his determination to fight.

This is a simple ceremony for them to mourn the dead brothers.

"May the light of truth shine." After the third generation of virtual paintings, he drew an eye-like thing on Yiluo's forehead, and then drew a few bars around to show radial shape.

Mo Qiong's pupils shrank, and this pattern...is very familiar.

The double-line spirals upwards, with stars around it, and there are rules on the left and right, and there are eyes blooming like the sun on the top.

Tianzhima?

"Hey! Gugugugugu! Gurugugu?" Mo Qiong asked quickly, but with the trachea cut off, he vomited the last breath in his lungs and could not make a clear sound.

Haishuiweifuguru made a bunch of bubbles, and Sandai and others didn't know what he was talking about.

The third generation leaned over and picked up the yellow ore and said, "I know what you are going to ask. I asked you to wait just now. It was not to cover him to attack you, but to remind you that using earthen light will cost."

"Gugugugu!" Mo Qiong waved his hand, he wasn't asking about this.

The third generation nodded and said, "Well, I know you don't care about the price, but there is no need. The reason I help you is because the principle of assassin in this generation has been lost. I am worried... They are secretly doing something very taboo, such as the divinization of all human beings..."

"This...is probably why Ilo wants to kill you in the end. He doesn't want you to know some secrets."

"Gu..." Mo Qiong was out of breath and had to make a gesture of asking for help.

Three generations smiled and restored Mr. Gou when he thought about it.

"I have only one minute to let your boss come to see me." After the third generation said that, they turned all the seven ancient assassins, including himself, back to the tombstones, and remained silent.

They want to keep the new ones fresh for the last minute, want to know the secret of the assassin? Yes, let the boss of the Blue and White Club come to see him.

Mo Qiong looked at the containment falling on the ground and did not move.

Since the three generations have already done it for him, there is no need to touch it. He also guessed the side effects, and basically it will turn into a stone forever in the future.

Next, Mr. Gou digs sand everywhere, looking for various props he has dropped.

After finding some medicines, come over to apply Mo Qiong.

Mo Qiong glanced at Mr. Gou's naked body. Mr. Gou was stunned. Then he remembered that he was still naked and immediately punched Mo Qiong's chin.

"Bang!" Mo Qiong was knocked away more than ten meters away, his chin was broken on the spot, and his mouth was filled with anger.

When he got up, Mr. Gou could no longer find some rags wrapped around him, and then walked over to squeeze out the ointment to heal him.

"..." Mo Qiong glanced blankly and simply closed his eyes.

Two minutes later, a helicopter formation arrived at the scene.

"Moqian! Is two tons of strong acid enough?" Oliga shouted on the helicopter.

Mo Qiong continued to close his eyes and pretended to be dead. Master Gou pointed his middle point and said, "Go down and wash the floor!"

Oliga looked at Mo Qiong's "unconsciousness" and thought he was about to die. She hurriedly hugged a doctor and jumped out of the sky.

More than ten minutes later, Oliga, who had already figured out the situation, said: "It turns out to be like this... the assassin is fighting in internal conflict?"

"It's not an internal strife, it's a conflict of ideas between ancient and modern times." Mr. Gou had already put on his clothes and turned back to his appearance as an adult.

Mo Qiong's trachea was repaired and he said hoarsely: "Just... I know the picture drawn by the third generation just now, it is the Mo family's Tianzhi Picture."

"Ah? What does this have to do with the Mo family?" Master Gou said strangely.

Mo Qiong shrugged and said, "How could I know? I wanted to ask at that time, but I couldn't speak."

"If it's just a spiral and an eye, it's fine. There's a compass and a ruler on both sides. Isn't this the symbol of the Mohist school?"

Mr. Gou shook his head and said, "The compass ruler is also the symbol of the free stonemason. Well... the free stonemason was also created by the little brothers."

"From the time point, the little brothers will appear after the Mo family... Hey, has the Mo family told you that they are passing the aisle to the west?"

Mo Qiong recalled: "No, only Qin Huali took Zhurong's feathers to the extreme west."

"Are you back?" Mr. Gou asked.

"I came back, but I disappeared later." Mo Qiong said.

As they said that, the two looked at each other and were silent.

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Chapter completed!